[Holly stares for a moment. As if requested to do something quite unreasonable before they (eventually) nod affirmatively and turn their gaze back to their cup of tea. Fingers of metal and black shell delicately press to the expensive material as if catching it in some kind of embrace. The staring continues, but with a changed target.
They wonder if Little Ghost Sibling knows.
Grip around the tea cup tightens just a smidge.
Their sibling hides it well. Behind features that lend themselves to blank neutrality as easily as their own. Behind a proper manner.
But, they detect something more yet. Somewhat subtle. Tension as neatly tucked away as their own. They (finally) break the impromptu staring contest with their tea, still untouched, and look back towards their sibling. Though, they suppose that it also ultimately, is neither here nor there. If it is not being expressed... it is none of their business.
A tea party. Little Ghost Sibling came for that, underwhelming as this is for such a thing, and a tea party they shall have.]
/ How have your travels in this path been…? Have you noted any other changes? /
[They lift their cup of tea and turn their head to the side with it. This odd gesture holds for a few seconds before they turn back and place their cup back down. A quick glance into it would reveal that 3/4 of the flora tea now remains.
An... old habit of theirs. Bound to insecurity from days of old.]
/ Of the one you cited thus far… you are correct.
It has indeed become a hospital. A directive of the new Soul Master whom saw his predecessor slain.
Initially, I thought that it might be a move for power. For position. For prestige… but it seems that the new Soul Master… Hermes, has truly come to regret what happened.
In all that the Soul Sanctum became and his own role in perpetuating such foulness and depravity.
In my guessing of motives, I am most pleased to have been wrong.
Now the Soul Sanctum is more akin to what it was originally meant to be. A place of healing. /
